(My cousin has come up with their kids and parents. I overhear my cousin, her 3-year-old son, and her father having a conversation.)

Cousin’s son: “Momma? Where do people go when they die?”

Cousin: “Well, they go to Heaven.”

Cousin’s son: “Even their bodies?”

Cousin’s father: “No, their bodies get buried in the ground.”

Cousin’s son: “Oh.” *pause for a few seconds* “Momma, I love you so much, that when you die I’m going to bury you right outside my bedroom window. I can always keep an eye on you and make sure you stay put.”